Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.